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- ~ Dum-da-dum ~ - What's this? - Um, Annie made them. - Who's Annie? Thank you, Lillian. From La Rosette? She's only the most famous pastry chef in America. Um, this is orange, made with real Seville oranges. And, uh, that's lemon on a mille-feuille crust. I don't like cake. It's for the party, Dad. Ah. The goddamn party. The goddamn party. Mm-hmm. - Did you hear that? - I'm sorry.
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- Hi, Bill. How you doin'? - Morning, Quince. - I'm doin' great, and you? - Oh, I'm great. - This is it, "B-day. " - Huh? Sorry. Bontecou day. We're gonna close... with Big John. Look at you, Bill. You're all cool as a cat. Over at Bontecou's, I'll bet he's just shittin' in his pants. Remember, everybody, big meeting tonight at Daddy's. Dinner. You, too, Drew. We have lots of loose ends. - Not my birthday again? - You're only 65 once, Dad. Thank God. Now let's get the day started. Remember, dinner in the city at Daddy's!
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Mmm. This, this is terrific. It has, um, has vodka in it, Bill. A little vodka, right? Has, um, that fruity vodka, that flavored stuff, right? Bill, put your lips around this. It's just out of this world. I'm sorry, honey. You know, I'm no good at this. Why don't you choose whichever cake you'd like? - Hmm? - I knew you were gonna say that. - What? - I mean you just don't care. Oh, why am I doing this? I should have my head examined again. Oh, my God. I am trying to throw the party of the century... For my father in two days. - And you just don't give a shit. - He gives a shit. - He doesn't give a shit! - He does. - Allison. - He does give a shit. Don't you, Bill?
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- Daddy? Do you have a minute? - Good morning, Allison. Not much more. Big day in the big city. - What's on your mind? - Fireworks. Update: We are constructing the number 65 on the barge. Archers from the State College of New Paltz will shoot flaming arrows at it. When it catches fire, it will give us the effect of a Viking funeral, but with none of the morbidity. The Hudson River Authority says that for you, they'll make a special dispensation. But, of course, there will be an overtime bill... for the Poughkeepsie Fire Department. So, what do you think? Good? No good? Allison, I trust you. This is your thing. But it's your birthday. I hate arrows. They make me nervous.
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It's not what you say about Drew. It's what you don't say. Maybe you're not listening. Oh, yes, I am. Give him whatever he wants. There's not an ounce of excitement, not a... whisper of a thrill. And this relationship has all the passion of a pair of titmice. I want you to get swept away out there. I want you to levitate. I want you to... sing with rapture and dance like a dervish. - Oh, that's all. - Yeah. Be deliriously happy, or at least leave yourself open to be. Okay. "Be deliriously happy. " I shall, uh... I shall do my utmost. I know it's a cornball thing. But love is passion, obsession, someone you can't live without. I say, fall head over heels. Find someone you can love like crazy and who will love you the same way back. How do you find him? Well, you forget your head, and you listen to your heart. And I'm not hearing any heart. 'Cause the truth is, honey, there's no sense living your life without this. To make the journey and not fall deeply in love, well, you haven't lived a life at all. But you have to try, 'cause if you haven't tried, you haven't lived.
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Good morning, Drew. Thanks for coming up. Well, big day. Wanted to line up a few ducks before kickoff. Any thoughts, last minute refinements, variations, anything? Thoughts, no. I did hear a voice last night. - A voice? - In my sleep. - What'd it say? - "Yes. " - Yes to the deal? - Maybe. Who knows? You know how voices are. Hmm? I thank you, Delia. Okay, let's go. Delia, your pen.
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Please. Please. Don't worry. Don't worry. It's utter chaos around here. And I'm terrified that we're running out of time. Am I trying to be too perfect? - Oh, but I want it to be so exquisite. - So do we. - But we're trying to be too exquisite. - Why not aim for the stars? - Good morning. - Good morning. - We do need some answers on the flowers. - Ah, yes, freesia, freesia. Everywhere freesia. Daddy loves freesia. Good morning. Good morning. Oh. Hello. Hi. - Lights? - "Lights. " Not too bright and not too dark. I'm looking for a saffron glow, sort of tea-dance '20s. If food is the prose of a party, then lights are its poetry.
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